Hoppertunity Rocks
Our nay-borhood easter egg hunt was canceled for the second straight Saturday due to rain, and back-up plan B to get Ryan a haircut so he'll stop saying Zoinks and solving murder mysteries with his talking dog was foiled by half the county having the same idea (only so many cartoons to be cut in front of, it seems), so we just went to Chuck E. Cheese and tried to shove salad bar food into our children when we could twist their heads hard enough to face their mouths away from the animatronic bandmembers. No dino-ball-toss-in-the-200-ticket-hole luck this time around, our friend's kids were nice enough to donate their winnings to the Ryan and Erin cause, which they traded in for a plastic dolphin and some CEC heads for Ryan's crocs. For the holes. Whatever they're called. Croc hole nobules. Or something.
A 90-minute presentation from Thompson Creek Windows turned into 2.5 hours, but Jodi kept the kids hopped up on Jelly Beans long enough that the delay in dinner wasn't too impactful. Unless you call Ryan going to sleep at quarter to 11 an impact (still not realizing that we have a monitor, I guess, he was up out of bad slapping his wooden puzzle together when I walked in at 10:25).
Today, after the usual overdone Easter baskets from Mommy were opened (I got my Bubba Keg Travel Tea Mug! A full liter of tea tomorrow! Wahoo!), Erin had to back out of a planned Easterfete at Kids N Motion because she's up and down with a fever and has Goop N Hereyes. Seriously. She's crying snot. The hell.
The place had advertised a 'petting zoo' which consisted of three bored goats in a 6 x 10 foot cage, plus a pony and a horse, which happened to buck his first passenger onto her face, so Ryan stuck to the pony. A rabbit and a couple guinea pigs were inside in the waiting room, but Jodi and I were thusfar unimpressed.
Inside, after initially sticking to the standard playground equipment and small floor apparati, Ryan relaxed and got me to climb and bounce around with him in the inflatable slides and obstacle courses, doing my back a world of good, but he seemed to be having a grand time. He didn't even seem to mind the Easter Bunny showing up looking like a deflated ferret, the pre-teen inside obviously loving her job immensely.
Continuing the trend of zaniness, they told the kids at lunch that someone had a gummy bear baked into their cupcake, and whoever had it would win a prize...which turned out to be a one dollar bill. Because the 4-year-old girl can really appreciate that. "Ryan, do you know what a 'dollar' is?" "...what?" he said, between frosting licks. Exactly.
Got home to learn that Erin wouldn't go down for a nap after an hour of nursing, so I gave it a try to allow Ainsley some sleep. She had at least stopped crying when I walked in, deciding to show me all the animals in her crib and how the aquarium worked and babbling on about this and that. Less babble, more (sleep) action, that's my motto, so I started the six-step back-and-forth I've come to know and love, particularly that one squeaky board under the fan. She was still kicking and pawing and pointing and chatting, still not agitated, but still not tired, and my fake yawns and closed eyes routines weren't working, so I started singing songs to her, which backfired because every time I came to the end of a song, she'd start applauding, do the sign for "more" and say "mo" and rub her belly ("please"). I ran out of songs, and she was no closer to la la land, so I just brought her outside with me and the Roo to go dig up dandelions in the front yard (she pointed, I dug).
The inpatient is doing remarkably well, perhaps responding to the prednisone, but her dizzy spells were few and far between today, more sure-footed, more herself. She even rubbed her back in the grass, when a week ago she couldn't even lie down on her side very well. If we can use drugs and keep her at this manageable and happy level, we may just get another 11 years out of her.
;-)
A 90-minute presentation from Thompson Creek Windows turned into 2.5 hours, but Jodi kept the kids hopped up on Jelly Beans long enough that the delay in dinner wasn't too impactful. Unless you call Ryan going to sleep at quarter to 11 an impact (still not realizing that we have a monitor, I guess, he was up out of bad slapping his wooden puzzle together when I walked in at 10:25).
Today, after the usual overdone Easter baskets from Mommy were opened (I got my Bubba Keg Travel Tea Mug! A full liter of tea tomorrow! Wahoo!), Erin had to back out of a planned Easterfete at Kids N Motion because she's up and down with a fever and has Goop N Hereyes. Seriously. She's crying snot. The hell.
The place had advertised a 'petting zoo' which consisted of three bored goats in a 6 x 10 foot cage, plus a pony and a horse, which happened to buck his first passenger onto her face, so Ryan stuck to the pony. A rabbit and a couple guinea pigs were inside in the waiting room, but Jodi and I were thusfar unimpressed.
Inside, after initially sticking to the standard playground equipment and small floor apparati, Ryan relaxed and got me to climb and bounce around with him in the inflatable slides and obstacle courses, doing my back a world of good, but he seemed to be having a grand time. He didn't even seem to mind the Easter Bunny showing up looking like a deflated ferret, the pre-teen inside obviously loving her job immensely.
Continuing the trend of zaniness, they told the kids at lunch that someone had a gummy bear baked into their cupcake, and whoever had it would win a prize...which turned out to be a one dollar bill. Because the 4-year-old girl can really appreciate that. "Ryan, do you know what a 'dollar' is?" "...what?" he said, between frosting licks. Exactly.
Got home to learn that Erin wouldn't go down for a nap after an hour of nursing, so I gave it a try to allow Ainsley some sleep. She had at least stopped crying when I walked in, deciding to show me all the animals in her crib and how the aquarium worked and babbling on about this and that. Less babble, more (sleep) action, that's my motto, so I started the six-step back-and-forth I've come to know and love, particularly that one squeaky board under the fan. She was still kicking and pawing and pointing and chatting, still not agitated, but still not tired, and my fake yawns and closed eyes routines weren't working, so I started singing songs to her, which backfired because every time I came to the end of a song, she'd start applauding, do the sign for "more" and say "mo" and rub her belly ("please"). I ran out of songs, and she was no closer to la la land, so I just brought her outside with me and the Roo to go dig up dandelions in the front yard (she pointed, I dug).
The inpatient is doing remarkably well, perhaps responding to the prednisone, but her dizzy spells were few and far between today, more sure-footed, more herself. She even rubbed her back in the grass, when a week ago she couldn't even lie down on her side very well. If we can use drugs and keep her at this manageable and happy level, we may just get another 11 years out of her.
;-)
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